True Outdoorsman

Though out of my two grandpa's I knew him the least, Bill Mathison still was very dear to my heart. A brilliant business man and investor, a traveler, and most of all, an outdoors-man. My grandpa and I got to share that passion the last year. In the last year or so I have grown to love the outdoors, hunting and fishing...something my grandpa lived and breathed for. He taught me to fly fish this summer...something I'll never forget and a time I'm thankful for and will cherish. He was so proud of me when I shot my first buck this past November. It was a way we connected more.

I loved his big hugs

I loved the way he smelled

I loved the penny loafers he always wore (whether with sweatpants or jeans)

I'll never forget that Cabela's fly fishing hat he never took off.

For some reason, his snore's in the camper will be missed.

He couldn't hear a thing, we were always repeating ourselves.

I smile remember him trying to tie a fly and cursing under his breath

I loved how he "always" was "right" haha

I'll miss how he walked...it was kind of slow, but steady and a man on a mission.

He had perfect form when casting...

I loved loved loved his laugh.

I'm glad I got to share special times with him before he left this earth and glad that he asked Christ into his heart a few weeks ago. I will see him again.